My wife is a passerby villain

Yin Hang took another look at the note. There were many footprints and indescribable marks on it.

In doubt, Yin Hang clicked to apply.

Today is Tuesday. The holiday rule for senior high school boarding students is two and a half days every half month, and you can only get your mobile phone at that time.

The next holiday is on Friday afternoon, three days later, just too late.

Moreover, it is not certain whose QQ number this is, or even whether it is a QQ number.

If it is a mobile phone number, the other party cannot answer the call now.

It can be said that even if this is An Tong's QQ account, it has little meaning.

But then I thought about it, if this was really what An Tong left behind, at least there would be the possibility of continuing negotiations.

Yin Hang let out a long sigh.

I traveled through time a month ago. If I started earlier, maybe...

Forget it, I think too highly of myself.

After getting off the bus at the station, it was still a long way from where Yin Hang lived. Yin Hang walked for a while and passed by a pedestrian street with a flower bed park next to it.

This park actually only covers an area of ​​more than 300 square meters, because it is around eight o'clock in the summer, the sky is bright, it is not very late, and some old men are still here playing Tai Chi and practicing swordsmanship.

Yin Hang looked at their figures and slowed down his steps.

Among these old men, the young ones must be in their sixties or seventies.

If you are too young to retire, how can you exercise leisurely here?

Do they know something?

Forty or fifty years before the spiritual energy was revived, there might be some real things still circulating outside.

Yin Hang wanted to go up and ask directly, but the words he was scolded by An Tong for being sick were still fresh in his mind, and he was afraid of making the same mistake again.

What if someone asks me if I lie down?

Yin Hang walked a few steps and saw a double chair not far away. An old lady was sitting on it and rubbing her legs. Yin Hang sat down next to it silently, took out his mobile phone to record the video, and then observed.

An old man practicing Tai Chi was quickly stared at by Yin Hang, and his whole body became hairy, and his movements became more and more unnatural.

Then a thin old man practicing a wooden sword was also targeted.

After the only two martial arts practitioners in front of him moved to another place, Yin Hang was helpless.

He also imagined that his thirst for knowledge would attract the attention of these two uncles and give him some advice.

As a result, both of them turned around and walked away.

The rest were either playing shuttlecock with the old lady, shaking their arms, stretching their legs, howling and slapping their bodies.

After turning off the recording, I found that the generated video was only seventeen minutes in total.

Yin Hang was going to go back and study it further.

When he got home, he extracted the video and transferred it to his computer, then searched some related videos from the Internet, and finally compared it with his own video.

As a result, the actions of those old men were basically the same as those in the video tutorial.

Yin Hang let out a long sigh and lay down on the bed.

If it can be found online, it is definitely useless.

Everything I can think of, others can definitely think of, and I still have terrifying energy and resources at my disposal. How can I do this?

After washing up, Yin Hang was ready to try his luck on the Internet again.

Today is supposed to be a nationwide physical examination. Most domestic news has been screened, so will there be anything new from abroad?

After flipping through it, I found that the fun still comes from war situations in various countries.

The only difference is that in the past, searching using keywords would directly show no relevant content.

But now if you search with keywords, a bunch of unrelated stuff will pop up.

When Yin Hang first traveled here, he also saw some high-definition versions of videos of people disappearing instantly and trapeze videos.

Most of them are in the sports world, with all kinds of incredible record-breaking records.

But now this kind of news is almost extinct, even the picture quality of the Syrian war-damaged version is not available.

If you really guard against it like this, will your IP address also be targeted?

Yin Hang thought about the strange events that happened around him recently...

not at all.

He remembered that at this time, the protagonist, in order to collect negative emotion points, had started selling charcoal-grilled Zhongxue Gao next to the ice cream stand.

Well, this is probably my background board, right?

Strangely enough, there must have been awakened people in the school, and he paid special attention to it, but other than the fact that some people left school and disappeared, he didn't find any other clues.

Yin Hang sighed, logged out of the external network, and after reconnecting to the domestic network, a QQ notification popped up on the lower right side of the computer.

Your friend request has been approved.

Passed?

Then it’s not An Tong.

Unlike day students, boarding students can only get mobile phones during holidays.

"So where did this tattered note come from? Is it just trash?"

Yin Hang took it out of his pocket angrily and threw it into the trash can.

But after all, he was added as a friend, so Yin Hang still asked politely.

[Returning to the other shore: Who are you?]

Half a minute later, the other party's message was sent.

[An An: I am An Tong]

[An An: Who are you?]

Is it really An Tong?

Can boarding students have mobile phones?

Yin Hang was confused and habitually wanted to change the note to the other party first.

But after clicking on her profile, I found that the entire interface was different.

Flashy decorations become the default setting.

The avatar was changed to a red fairy tale book.

The online name is An An.

Age 17, gender female.

The sign is: Little luck

Yin Hang was stunned, what happened?

After hesitating for a moment, he typed.

[Returning to the other shore: My name is Yin Hang, hello.]

Yin Hang can't be said to be good at online chatting, but at least he doesn't stutter like in real life.

At least the typing speed is still normal.

[An An: Oh oh oh, hehe]

[An An: I just returned to the dormitory, hello, hello]

Just returned to the dormitory?

Yin Hang glanced at the time.

It's past eleven o'clock.

Is this high school senior working so hard now?

[An An: Oh, yes, how did you find this note?]

[An An: I forgot to tell you when I left]

Yin Hang frowned slightly, feeling that it was inappropriate to say that he picked up trash.

[Returning to the other shore: I found it when I was packing my schoolbag at home, so I added it to give it a try, but I didn’t expect it was really you.]

[An An: Awesome]

[An'an: I was in the corridor at the time, but when I saw you didn't come, class started again]

[An An: I tore a piece of paper next to the trash can and wrote my number on it. I was afraid you would just throw it away]

Yin Hang's fingers froze.

He really wanted to communicate more with the other party, although it was difficult to make any substantial progress.

But what happens?

Return an ellipsis?

Can't it be written directly on the first page of the calculation paper?

But then, five message alerts sounded continuously.

[An An: Actually, that’s the case, I just want to make things clear]

[An An: Of course, whether you like Jiang Shiyun or not, we can wait until after the college entrance examination]

[An An: I think it is better for us to study seriously before the college entrance examination]

[An'an: After the college entrance examination, I can help you ask her out. Please communicate slowly, don't be anxious]

[An An: Girls hate anxious boys]

After Yin Hang spent some time reading it, he didn't know what to reply to.

He had already denied that he liked Jiang Shiyun, but the other party didn't believe it at all.

To tell the truth, I cursed myself for being sick.

Although it is indeed not true...

In order to prevent his favorability from declining further, Yin Hang could only express it.

[Returning to the other shore: Thank you.]